User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/The Red Mist RPG/@comment-15113825-20130910205158

'''Warning: This part is mostly memories on my character's behalf. If you are getting bored of that, skip to the end.'''

''The young ferret watched the badger with a mixture of awe and terror. In her old home, before the rebellion, she had an old badger tutor who she hated. Madam Heather was very old fashioned and thought that Emerald's mother's job as an engineer was "inappropriate". She had often been caned, but when her father returned from the sea, he soon put an end to that. She sometimes struggled to remember what her parents were like. As she grew older, she found herself unable to remember the small details, only able to have a vague picture of them in her mind. She shook the thoughts from her head. "They're dead, she thought. Obsessing over them won't help." She looked down at the badger. He was tall, even for a badger, and had a huge greatsword slung over his back. It looked worn from battle, but she was sure that it was still as sharp as the day it was forged. His most distunguishing feature was his blue stripe. She wondered why that was. She knew that some creatures would dye their fur, but she wasn't sure. That was mostly the tribes, but badgers were mostly solitary beasts. ''

''She dropped down from the branch and held her sword, still in its sheathed position. She was unsure of what to do. On one hand, fighting a badger lord, as he appeared to be, or even a normal badger was suicide. And then there was the prejudice. He would probably kill her without a thought because she was "vermin". But then, could she kill this badger without a thought? Had she sunken that low?''